Quack Quack
If I learned anything while on my trip back to Louisiana, it’s that Cajuns are passionate about duck hunting. Why else would they wake up at 4:30am with a nasty hangover and just two hours of sleep to get dressed and head out to the duck blinds? I honestly didn’t expect my friend Danny to wake up after a night of partying but apparently, he really loves to hunt.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up in Lafayette around 4:15 am, fixed a cup of coffee (Mello Joy!), put on some warm clothes and headed out to Kaplan. Danny and I were to meet my good friend Dennis at Suire’s grocery near Forked Island at 5:30am and we made it just in time.
While Danny went into Suire’s to pick up a few items, I noticed the lil marketing sign outside the grocery store. I got such a kick out of it that I took a picture.
That’s right.. the low-carb craze has taken over. Pistolettes, gumbo, plate lunches, alligator, homemade sweets and a *drumroll* a low-carb menu. Cajun food though.. that’s all fat anyway 
Take out the rice and viola — low carb!
Take out the rice and viola — low carb! After the laugh, we got into Dennis’ big truck and made our way to the duck blind. A duck blind is a section of land setup for hunters to hide themselves while they coax the ducks to land nearby. They are usually rented out on a per season basis. The blind we were in was $1500 a season. It comfortably fit 3 hunters. Our blind was basically a 5′x8′ tin can in the ground. Danny complimented Dennis on the "real nice blind" and that started a conversation about some super fancy blinds. Supposedly, some of these are like underground camp houses complete with a mini kitchen. I think they also had lil beds in them too.
Each day begins with the duck hunter checking sunrise time. This is the minute that hunters can begin shooting ducks and boy do they start on the minute. Tuesday’s sunrise started at 6:12am and we heard other hunters in the distance start shooting at 06:12:01.
While we waited for the ducks, Danny and Dennis started talking about calling ducks.
"Baw, you should hear lil Ryan call."
"Aw yeah? Ryan who?"
"They call him Poopie. You probably know his sister Christy — she’s married to Big Tee."
"Oh yeah.. I know her. We graduated together."
That’s how you figure out who someone is down in Cajun Country. Who’s their momma, daddy, spouse or sibling. It’s probably the same in any Small Town, USA.
I brought my camera along to capture images and audio of our duck hunt. The most enjoyable parts of the hunt, in my opinion, are the conversations that go on while in the duck blind. I recorded clips of a few of them and have them available for download below. Cajun accents, for the record, change every 30 miles. What you’ll hear below is actually the Kaplan/Gueydan accent
| Track Name | Length | Windows Audio | Streaming MP3 |
| You call any bruh or no? | 00:00:20 |  WMA Audio |
 Streaming MP3 |
| My Grandpa taught me this call… | 00:00:16 | WMA Audio |
Streaming MP3 |
| Lots of calls with ducks responding | 00:01:17 | WMA Audio |
Streaming MP3 |
| Quick Call | 00:00:05 | WMA Audio |
Streaming MP3 |
I also took a few pictures. I wish I could share all of them but bandwidth restrictions for the both of us just wouldn’t permit. Here are a few of my favorites.
 Dennis and Drake |
 Danny overlooking the water |
 Dennis and Danny walking |
 Me and Danny |
 Me and Dennis |
Danny and Dennis ended up getting one bird each. They’da got even more if they weren’t so engrossed in conversation — they couldn’t get over how much we pay in rent here in Los Angeles and missed a few birds while repeatedly asking me "And that’s really per month and not per year?" teehee. Another time Danny was busy fishing some toilet paper out of my ear with a twig. I didn’t bring any earplugs with me and I didn’t want my hearing to be damaged even further by the gun shots so I figured I’d stuff some TP down my ear. It worked really well until I tried to get one small piece out. Oops! Danny offered to fish it out with his big knife but I opted for the nice small twig that Dennis found.
I really loved watching them hunt. I’d do it every day possible if I lived in Louisiana. While I was there, I went twice and would have gone a third time had I not been sick. The second time I went with Danny and a guy I grew up with named Ryan. He is indeed an excellent duck caller but unfortunately, most of the birds had already caught on to the fact that hunters were in the area so we didn’t get any that time.
I can’t wait to go next time I’m in.. maybe I’ll fly in for the opening of duck season. I hear it’s nothing short of amazing on the first day!
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Hi there! You once visited my blog at http://blues.ru/blog/tonny/.Nice to meet you :)And maybe you can help me:I need cotacts of Righteousbabes label badly!I sent the 3 or 4 emails but nobody answered…But I still have hope to make interview with Ani DiFranco…Thanks a lot
Your blog is awesome! I randomly came across it looking up stuff on the Cajun Night Before Christmas and this is the funniest blog I’ve seen in a while! LOL I can’t wait to read about your next adventure in Louisiana!
Oh :)Thanks a lot :)I’ll try to do my best
i have a few Yankees up here in OHIO that never heard of a POODOO or PUDU. Can you email me a photo of one or tell me where to find a photo? once hunting with my Uncle a very long time ago he mentioned not to shoot those birds, they were POODOOS. i told the story and now they are laughing me out of the state. i need to prove to them this word or bird exists in some way. Please help!!!!!
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6. poodoo
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Poodoo basically started out as meaning “extremely poor” or “an extremely poor person”. Over the years, it has evolved to “no class”, “ghetto”, “dumb”, “hated it” ..just all around bunk. Anything with a negative connotation can be poodoo.
Background:
A really poor family with the name “Poodoo” or “Pudu” lived in Kaplan, Louisiana and they were so poodoo that their name just stuck.
The road that the family lived on is still called Poodoo Road by local residents. Its official name, however, is Merchant Road — named after a not-so-poodoo family, the Merchant’s of Kaplan.
“Why is she dating him? He’s so poodoo.”
“Does this shirt look poodoo?”
“Our new library has poodoo orange carpets”
“My hair looks poodoo”
“Leaving your Christmas lights up till July is pretty poodoo.”
“If your car window gets smashed and you use duct tape and a trash bag to fix it, you are poodoo.”
by c-dogg lemaire Jan 26, 2005 email it
wow, rent is way too much in California, I heard.
and yes, We love our duck hunting, I like to cook it with rice and oil and butter. I also season it with Tony’s.
@Mitch Richard, it is the name of a certain species of duck and it’s not spelled like that.